The ways that Gannicus moved, the way that he accommodated him and sought him out and wanted him sank heat and desire all through Krem. Krem was sure he had soaked his shorts by now; his thighs felt a little sticky.

He pushed in, slowly, with a third finger. The combined width of them was nearly the thickness of the toy. He stroked Gannicus slowly, soothingly. "Do you need it?"